Original Fiction: Death's Paramour
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meridian_roseFor the prompt Death falls in love with you
Death's Paramour
On the second day – our first date - he brought me flowers. Not dead blooms, not shrivelled black roses, but a bright bouquet. Cut flowers are dead or dying anyway, I suppose, and he told me that he harvested them himself with his scythe, as he harvests souls.
He looked so proud and yet so nervous, and I accepted the blooms with a smile.
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Death's Paramour
On the second day – our first date - he brought me flowers. Not dead blooms, not shrivelled black roses, but a bright bouquet. Cut flowers are dead or dying anyway, I suppose, and he told me that he harvested them himself with his scythe, as he harvests souls.
He looked so proud and yet so nervous, and I accepted the blooms with a smile.
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Feel free to comment at any site, and to promote/share/like/fave/reblog: Pinterest ; Twitter ; Facebook ; Tumblr
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Date: 2015-07-28 07:12 pm (UTC)I'm glad I posted it to DW/LJ too because my "professional" sites seem to be getting nowhere fast despite my best efforts at promotion and networking. At least I've managed one review here and one at DW, so I'm very appreciative that you took the time to comment :)